Burning Skull

The stench of decomposition clings to every foul inch of these pestilential wretches. Once innocent villagers, they were twisted by the Priesthood of Putrefaction to serve as their foot soldiers. They’d cling on every word their Decayed Deacons say, if any of them had enough fingers left with which to cling.

Despite their combat prowess, they primarily serve the rather boring purpose of incinerating trash. This is because necromancers are absurdly extra and can’t even do garbage day like a sensible adult. Still, to not take these cremating craniums seriously is to burn with the rest of the rubbish.

Poisonous worms that slither from their river lairs aboard the boats of blasphemers to deliver divine intervention. Once on deck, they unleash a torrent of merciless proselytizing and acoustic guitar music in the name of their god. They’ve not managed to win the Squirm Mother very many converts this way, since they inevitably kill and eat any prospective new worshippers.